Letter: ​A poem written to the now closed Lime

TO THE EDITOR:

Dear Lime,

I walked to my house and saw you were gone.

So I stopped and I wondered if it’d been long.

The other week I had told my mom to stop by.

And now where were you? Gone by the night.

You never left a single note, nor a letter, just a sign in the window, some chairs, you’d gone bust.

And even though I only ordered “quesadilla.”

Every time it had me saying, “Mama mia, Qué rico, que suave, el sabor de su salsa Qué rico, que suave, la comida me encanta!”

But now, you are gone, I bid you adieu. And all I can say is, “Lime, I miss you.”

Mitch Dare

Senior

Hispanic Linguistics